It's been a long time I talked to you. It's true I miss you, more at some times than others. I always wished we could be together, somewhere, for sometime, just being us. You being you, me me and all that. But I am aware of the reality, the harsh reality that imposes its will on all of us. Sometimes we are okay with it, sometimes we drink it down with a gulp of ethyl alcohol or sleeping pills. But the fact remains that when shit hits the ceiling, the person who I want to be with, other than my family is you.
Shubhoratri...
Of late I realize how attached I get to people, places and even things. This is not just limited to stuff that I care about, but also mundane things that I don’t really generally much about either. On most days, I am not even conscious about it. But when I am, I find it increasingly weird. This hits different than hoarding though. Garbage is something I can easily get rid off. It is just that the definition of what I consider garbage is limited. More worryingly, I find accepting stuff (or God forbid, people) that I considered a treasure can now safely be put in the bin extremely difficult. This was always the case to an extent, it is not new. Just that at my age I just have come to this self realization on my own. What do I need to do about it? I am not sure to be honest. On one hand, I agree, obsessively being attached to anything or anyone is not healthy. But, at the same time, Life still works, relatively okay. Of course, inanimate objects are better in this r...
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